You are reminding me of living in Windsor, and going to detroit. Sometimes I’d wear a ’Canada’ t-shirt.
I’d accidentally wander into the black areas of Detroit and marvel at the differences with things like a sears with all black mannequins displaying the clothing. Weird, my brain would go. why the whole shift? In either direction?
Some folks would see me, and frown, and then, after a few seconds... see the T-shirt and relax. "Oh...he’s ok, he’s innocent. He’s Canadian."
In similar vein, what the heck is a Tucker Carleson? And should anyone actually care?
I’d accidentally wander into the black areas of Detroit and marvel at the differences with things like a sears with all black mannequins displaying the clothing. Weird, my brain would go. why the whole shift? In either direction?
Some folks would see me, and frown, and then, after a few seconds... see the T-shirt and relax. "Oh...he’s ok, he’s innocent. He’s Canadian."
In similar vein, what the heck is a Tucker Carleson? And should anyone actually care?